"You can write her in the morning and invite her to visit you."
Greta ran across the room to her mother and gave her a big hug. "Oh, Mother, you are so sweet!"
Greta's mother smiled. She understood little girls. She knew that Greta had been sad, and she wanted to make her happy.
"I guess Anna is quite a big girl by now, Greta. Let's see. She must be thirteen years old."
"Do you suppose she will act like a young lady? Or will she want to play with me?"
"Her mother says she is quite a tomboy, so I'm sure she will want to play with you."
"Shall I ask her to bring her bicycle?" After her family and her dog and her kittens, Greta liked her bicycle better than anything else in the world. She knew that she wouldn't want to leave her bicycle at home if she went away for the summer. So surely Anna would like to bring hers along.
"She doesn't need to bring her bicycle, Greta," said Hans. "She can use mine."
"Yes, I think that will be best, Greta," said her mother.
